I am three months late in writing this post. We visited Seattle, Washington in December 2013, but by the time we returned home, I was over it! But now, faced with the sad reality that I won’t be travelling anywhere for the conceivable future, I thought I’d better get these pictures up. I’ve broken my own rule about posting and writing as things happen in order to stay as true as possible to events, but oh well. Let my imperfect memories lie to me!

*If you’re old enough to recognize that the title of this post comes from the closing song of the best television comedy EVER, “Frasier”, then congratulations, you’re as old as I am, and perhaps just as cranky! The show took place in Seattle, so, naturally, this song was in my head for the entire 4 days or so that we were in the city. That’s a really long time to be walking around, softly singing under your breath, “hey baby I hear the blues a-callin’, tossed salaaaads, and scrambled eggs. And maybe I seem a bit confused, yeah maybe, but I’ve got YOU pegged, HAHAHAHA!!!”. Good times.

As Seattle is the actual birthplace of Starbucks, there seemed to be a branch (or two) on every block. Although, is that really any different from what goes on Starbucks-wise in any large North American city? Given that Seattle has such a strong coffee-shop culture, however, D and I avoided Starbucks and patronized the smaller, independent cafes. I’m sure there’s a Café Nervosa somewhere in Seattle, but we didn’t find it.

We took the ferry to Bainbridge Island, stopping for lunch at Restaurant Marche, where we sat at the bar that faces the open kitchen, while the Chef and his team chatted with us as they cooked. D was highly impressed with the wood-burning grill; I was just impressed that no was sweating half to death standing near the thing.